I wonder if Bill called me beautiful because I look great today or because of his stroke. Maybe he noticed the hard work I've been putting in every other weekend.
Damnit! He did notice the hard work I've been putting in. I need to be more kind to myself. I've earned this praise! It's ok to just accept it.
Hey William. Bill just dropped dead at his desk. I'm going to need you to clean up his body and throw down some sawdust on the blood and shit around his corpse. Thank, spud.
